Game, Set, Match. An Epilogue.
Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 10:12 am
This is a companion Epilogue to my prior release of: Dead Heat, an Emilogue.
Both works can be enjoyed independently of each other. However, this one has greater details of the time covered. I hope you enjoy reading it.
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Game, Set, Match. An Epilogue.
It's been a decade now, since I first met you. When you were the new transfer student to Yamaku Academy and placed in Class 3-3, our class. I couldn't take my eyes off of you when you came into that room. You were such a cute boy, I thought to myself. You seemed confident that day and remained so that entire first week you arrived. Misha and I tried so hard to recruit you to the Student Council. I thought if we did so, I might get a chance to know you better. We almost got you to join the council as well. You said that you'd join and I thought the game was won. That game's outcome, however, ended very differently. I can't say I wasn't hurt by your passing up lunch with Misha and I that day, and going to spend time with Ms. Ibarazaki instead. Which you'd then continue to do for nearly the rest of that semester. I must have been too direct or too forceful, and then seeing you with Ibarazaki made me wonder what I might have done wrong. I wouldn't get a chance to answer that until nearly summer. When Misha first realized you and Ibarazaki were having problems, which the two of you would never recover from.
Actually, I remember that summer well. Misha and I went back to my parents' home for the summer. The weeks rolled by quickly, and we were convinced by the time classes were back in session that you and Ms. Ibarazaki would have patched things up with each other. I couldn't imagine my shock when that turned out to not be the case. What happened to that confident boy from before the summer I thought? You seemed beaten and defeated then. Misha told me she even talked to Emi about your break up. I think then I knew you both did care for one another, but neither of you wanted to continue the game. I always felt that was a waste. The rest of that year flew by in a blur. Misha and I tried to offer you the support you needed. Eventually, that friendship started to grow, and I was glad to see you finally smile again. As graduation from Yamaku loomed, the three of us started to plan for college. I remember how excited you were when we all got accepted to Tokyo. I went to the business side, you went into science, and Misha went into the language courses. I wasn't even sure then if our friendships would endure.
That first year of college was odd. I'd see you out running in the mornings and I'd smile and wave on the way to my early classes. I remember when I first asked you about your running and your reply was strange. Misha said you wanted to, "stay healthy for one, and to 'work out the kinks' for the second." I never quite understood what that meant at first. It took a while for you to open up to me. I never guessed you had such a serious heart condition. That knowledge scared me, but if I gave up on you, then would I be any better than Ibarazaki was? No, I knew I liked you, and decided to stick by you, unwilling to let you suffer more heartache. I wanted to know about Ibarazaki and you. I think you were surprised when I asked about her. I knew she had cared about you, but I didn't want to simply be the woman you'd rebound with. We had been friends and close for a while, but I was unsure if you'd ever love me like I wanted.
You can't imagine just how happy I was that very first time you used sign language with me. It was short and sweet. You simply said, "Shizune, would you like to go on a date?" I was overjoyed; I couldn't believe Misha had been teaching you sign language in her spare time, let alone in secret. I was relieved not to have to use a pad and paper so much before, or have Misha there to translate. It was finally something that you and I could communicate with each other directly. Those early months were often difficult, but we kept at it. I always thrived on a challenge, and I think that eventually rubbed off on you too. Long nights of studying hard, that sometimes ended with us spending the night together. I still remember the small changes you made for me. A new cologne, a new shampoo, or some other small change you made to appeal to my other senses. In that way, we formed a new language that didn't rely on sign. A new way for us to connect beyond the one I could never use. It was at that point in time that I made some changes for you. I started growing my hair out. I'd smile when you ran your fingers through it before tickling me sometimes while we were laying close. You told me you liked the change, that it made me look sexier to you. I admit it was a bit of a hassle sometimes in the mornings, but to see your smile because of it was worth it.
As college graduation approached, I wasn't sure what would happen. We wanted to stay together, but you were always worried about the future. Your parents were kind, and my father eventually stopped being such a problem. I remember you being so nervous when I told you to translate everything I said to him. We were going to do things our way, and if he didn't approve of you, he'd never see me again. It was at that point when we both got jobs that my father finally accepted you. You took a job at that laboratory, and I ended up at a good company in Tokyo.
I was so happy when you asked me to move in with you, that small apartment was ours and it just felt right. A nice neighborhood, a park nearby, and the nearby station made our comute simple. Even when we moved in together, you continued to run. You'd get up early in the morning, kiss me while I lay in bed, and head for a run, usually to the park and back. Come back, take a shower and then we'd be off to work. Our hours were long, but you were always so playful. A text message here, a random bouquet of flowers sent to my office. It was those acts of kindness that I loved. You always made me feel so loved, Hisao.
I still remember that night at the festival. You said to dress up in my Kimono, and you'd get your Yukata out as well. I remember the warm night, the stars and the lights of the fireworks. We were down by the waterfront, and when the fireworks ended, you turned me towards you, and that's when you pulled out that small box and opened it. You didn't even sign. You just looked up at me, because my face already gave you the answer you wanted. It was a small ceremony. Your parents, my family, Misha, and even Lilly and Akira came. I'm glad Lilly and I mended our bridges between us. I think calling myself "Mrs. Shizune Nakai" will take a little getting used too.
When we married, we had new hopes. You always showed your love for me. It wasn't always easy though. The long hours at our jobs took a toll on both of us. A year later, we started to discuss the possibility of having a child. At first, I didn't think it was a good time yet. You were even willing to switch departments and have more time at home if we needed it. I didn't want to do that to either of us. Both of our careers were going so well. There was also the specter of your heart condition looming over things. We didn't know how long you'd have, even if you did everything right, from medication to your exercise, to eating right. The thought of you leaving me and our child fatherless would be a heavy weight to bear.
I remember the night that Misha had come by to tell us both that she'd be leaving Tokyo for a teaching position that had recently opened at Yamaku. I think she was happy to go back. I was happy for her as well. Misha had herself a girlfriend by then. Yumiko is a really nice girl, and I think Misha and her will be happy together. After so long together, it felt strange for Misha to finally be leaving. More than a few tears were shed between us when we were at the train station bidding Misha and Yumiko goodbye. Her final words that day, as she signed them, were so fitting for me: "Shicchan I will always be here for you, if you need me." It's true, she was always there for me; that wasn't the end of our friendship.
I remember the Christmas that followed. We spent it with your parents that year. Your mother and father are always ones to be happy to see both of us. Your dad was always the one to play either Go or Shogi with me. His face was always so intense when we played. I'd study his face almost as much as the game itself. I think he was happy to have a daughter-in-law that was a legitimate challenger in those games.
Then, of course, there was that surprise trip you took me on during Golden Week. I should have realized something was up when you were asking if the office would be closed. A romantic onsen trip for two during that time... and you even got my boss in on the surprise by making sure I'd be given off work. That was such a masterful move on your part. It is truly a well-executed plan on your part, my darling husband.
Finally, of course, that last trip we took for our 4th anniversary. In late summer at the beach. It was so wonderful, Hisao. The sun, sand, water, and the breeze made for a perfect vacation for us. I remember not wanting to leave. You always treated me like a princess.
I still remember that cold fall Saturday morning. We had spent the previous Friday night together and went to dinner on a date. We came back home and I remember the desire in your eyes that night. I recall your lips on mine, your hands caressing me the entire evening we made love. You held me as we lay together on our bed. Your hand running though my hair, the caress of my ear that you'd do as a sign of your love of me. I remember falling asleep in your arms. Then I woke up that Saturday morning to see you getting ready for that morning run. You smiled at me, you signed that you loved me, and that you'd be back home after your run. I didn't want you to go, so I pulled you close... after a week of work and an amazing night before, I wanted to be greedy with your time. I wanted you to stay with me and come back to bed. I motioned to the bed, and turned down the sheet for you to come back. You grinned at me wide and simply signed, "Later." I wanted to protest, to drag you back into bed. You kissed my lips, and signed, "I'll be back soon." Then you opened the door, smiled at me, and were gone.
An hour passed, and then two. You are never gone that long for a morning run. I texted your phone, no reply. I texted your parents; they hadn't heard from you either. I dressed myself and opened the apartment door to leave. Then I saw a police car pull up outside the complex. My heart sank. I pulled out my smartphone and used the text to speech app. When I asked if they had seen Hisao Nakai, when they realized I was asking about you, they asked me if I was your wife. They told me you had been taken to the hospital. I texted your parents and went. I was in a panic by the time I got to the hospital. At first, I was unable to find anyone with information about you. I texted Misha. Finally, one of the staff was able to give me information. Shortly after, a doctor came out and pulled me aside and told me you were... gone. You died on the way to the hospital. A massive heart attack ended your life. There was nothing anyone could have done for you, my darling.
I waited for your parents to arrive. It only took one look at me when your father approached to realize what had happened. Your mother broke down in tears, and your father looked lost. Misha contacted me and I told her what happened. She was on a bullet train to Tokyo from Yamaku that night. Misha and I made up a list of those that knew you from school, work and college. These days went by in slow motion for me. You had loved me just the night before, and then you were gone, Hisao. Your parents and my family tried so hard to comfort me. It... it wasn't enough. Misha and Yumiko left when all the services were finished. Akira and Lilly had flown back on such short notice, but they stayed with me an entire month.
I took some time away from the office. I would look at the photos in our apartment, of all the places and things we had done together. I could feel your touch from them, remember the places we went to, how they felt, and how they looked. There were days I woke up feeling sick. The feeling didn't fade, and it got worse. Eventually, I went to the doctors and they ran some tests. The results were... unexpected. I'm afraid, Hisao... you are not with me, but I am not alone. I have a decision to make, and people to tell. Misha, your parents, and my father. Even though you left me Hisao, you gave me one last precious gift. I can only hope that I will be as good of a mother as I feel you would have been as a father. Hisao Nakai, I love and miss you, my darling husband.
Both works can be enjoyed independently of each other. However, this one has greater details of the time covered. I hope you enjoy reading it.
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Game, Set, Match. An Epilogue.
It's been a decade now, since I first met you. When you were the new transfer student to Yamaku Academy and placed in Class 3-3, our class. I couldn't take my eyes off of you when you came into that room. You were such a cute boy, I thought to myself. You seemed confident that day and remained so that entire first week you arrived. Misha and I tried so hard to recruit you to the Student Council. I thought if we did so, I might get a chance to know you better. We almost got you to join the council as well. You said that you'd join and I thought the game was won. That game's outcome, however, ended very differently. I can't say I wasn't hurt by your passing up lunch with Misha and I that day, and going to spend time with Ms. Ibarazaki instead. Which you'd then continue to do for nearly the rest of that semester. I must have been too direct or too forceful, and then seeing you with Ibarazaki made me wonder what I might have done wrong. I wouldn't get a chance to answer that until nearly summer. When Misha first realized you and Ibarazaki were having problems, which the two of you would never recover from.
Actually, I remember that summer well. Misha and I went back to my parents' home for the summer. The weeks rolled by quickly, and we were convinced by the time classes were back in session that you and Ms. Ibarazaki would have patched things up with each other. I couldn't imagine my shock when that turned out to not be the case. What happened to that confident boy from before the summer I thought? You seemed beaten and defeated then. Misha told me she even talked to Emi about your break up. I think then I knew you both did care for one another, but neither of you wanted to continue the game. I always felt that was a waste. The rest of that year flew by in a blur. Misha and I tried to offer you the support you needed. Eventually, that friendship started to grow, and I was glad to see you finally smile again. As graduation from Yamaku loomed, the three of us started to plan for college. I remember how excited you were when we all got accepted to Tokyo. I went to the business side, you went into science, and Misha went into the language courses. I wasn't even sure then if our friendships would endure.
That first year of college was odd. I'd see you out running in the mornings and I'd smile and wave on the way to my early classes. I remember when I first asked you about your running and your reply was strange. Misha said you wanted to, "stay healthy for one, and to 'work out the kinks' for the second." I never quite understood what that meant at first. It took a while for you to open up to me. I never guessed you had such a serious heart condition. That knowledge scared me, but if I gave up on you, then would I be any better than Ibarazaki was? No, I knew I liked you, and decided to stick by you, unwilling to let you suffer more heartache. I wanted to know about Ibarazaki and you. I think you were surprised when I asked about her. I knew she had cared about you, but I didn't want to simply be the woman you'd rebound with. We had been friends and close for a while, but I was unsure if you'd ever love me like I wanted.
You can't imagine just how happy I was that very first time you used sign language with me. It was short and sweet. You simply said, "Shizune, would you like to go on a date?" I was overjoyed; I couldn't believe Misha had been teaching you sign language in her spare time, let alone in secret. I was relieved not to have to use a pad and paper so much before, or have Misha there to translate. It was finally something that you and I could communicate with each other directly. Those early months were often difficult, but we kept at it. I always thrived on a challenge, and I think that eventually rubbed off on you too. Long nights of studying hard, that sometimes ended with us spending the night together. I still remember the small changes you made for me. A new cologne, a new shampoo, or some other small change you made to appeal to my other senses. In that way, we formed a new language that didn't rely on sign. A new way for us to connect beyond the one I could never use. It was at that point in time that I made some changes for you. I started growing my hair out. I'd smile when you ran your fingers through it before tickling me sometimes while we were laying close. You told me you liked the change, that it made me look sexier to you. I admit it was a bit of a hassle sometimes in the mornings, but to see your smile because of it was worth it.
As college graduation approached, I wasn't sure what would happen. We wanted to stay together, but you were always worried about the future. Your parents were kind, and my father eventually stopped being such a problem. I remember you being so nervous when I told you to translate everything I said to him. We were going to do things our way, and if he didn't approve of you, he'd never see me again. It was at that point when we both got jobs that my father finally accepted you. You took a job at that laboratory, and I ended up at a good company in Tokyo.
I was so happy when you asked me to move in with you, that small apartment was ours and it just felt right. A nice neighborhood, a park nearby, and the nearby station made our comute simple. Even when we moved in together, you continued to run. You'd get up early in the morning, kiss me while I lay in bed, and head for a run, usually to the park and back. Come back, take a shower and then we'd be off to work. Our hours were long, but you were always so playful. A text message here, a random bouquet of flowers sent to my office. It was those acts of kindness that I loved. You always made me feel so loved, Hisao.
I still remember that night at the festival. You said to dress up in my Kimono, and you'd get your Yukata out as well. I remember the warm night, the stars and the lights of the fireworks. We were down by the waterfront, and when the fireworks ended, you turned me towards you, and that's when you pulled out that small box and opened it. You didn't even sign. You just looked up at me, because my face already gave you the answer you wanted. It was a small ceremony. Your parents, my family, Misha, and even Lilly and Akira came. I'm glad Lilly and I mended our bridges between us. I think calling myself "Mrs. Shizune Nakai" will take a little getting used too.
When we married, we had new hopes. You always showed your love for me. It wasn't always easy though. The long hours at our jobs took a toll on both of us. A year later, we started to discuss the possibility of having a child. At first, I didn't think it was a good time yet. You were even willing to switch departments and have more time at home if we needed it. I didn't want to do that to either of us. Both of our careers were going so well. There was also the specter of your heart condition looming over things. We didn't know how long you'd have, even if you did everything right, from medication to your exercise, to eating right. The thought of you leaving me and our child fatherless would be a heavy weight to bear.
I remember the night that Misha had come by to tell us both that she'd be leaving Tokyo for a teaching position that had recently opened at Yamaku. I think she was happy to go back. I was happy for her as well. Misha had herself a girlfriend by then. Yumiko is a really nice girl, and I think Misha and her will be happy together. After so long together, it felt strange for Misha to finally be leaving. More than a few tears were shed between us when we were at the train station bidding Misha and Yumiko goodbye. Her final words that day, as she signed them, were so fitting for me: "Shicchan I will always be here for you, if you need me." It's true, she was always there for me; that wasn't the end of our friendship.
I remember the Christmas that followed. We spent it with your parents that year. Your mother and father are always ones to be happy to see both of us. Your dad was always the one to play either Go or Shogi with me. His face was always so intense when we played. I'd study his face almost as much as the game itself. I think he was happy to have a daughter-in-law that was a legitimate challenger in those games.
Then, of course, there was that surprise trip you took me on during Golden Week. I should have realized something was up when you were asking if the office would be closed. A romantic onsen trip for two during that time... and you even got my boss in on the surprise by making sure I'd be given off work. That was such a masterful move on your part. It is truly a well-executed plan on your part, my darling husband.
Finally, of course, that last trip we took for our 4th anniversary. In late summer at the beach. It was so wonderful, Hisao. The sun, sand, water, and the breeze made for a perfect vacation for us. I remember not wanting to leave. You always treated me like a princess.
I still remember that cold fall Saturday morning. We had spent the previous Friday night together and went to dinner on a date. We came back home and I remember the desire in your eyes that night. I recall your lips on mine, your hands caressing me the entire evening we made love. You held me as we lay together on our bed. Your hand running though my hair, the caress of my ear that you'd do as a sign of your love of me. I remember falling asleep in your arms. Then I woke up that Saturday morning to see you getting ready for that morning run. You smiled at me, you signed that you loved me, and that you'd be back home after your run. I didn't want you to go, so I pulled you close... after a week of work and an amazing night before, I wanted to be greedy with your time. I wanted you to stay with me and come back to bed. I motioned to the bed, and turned down the sheet for you to come back. You grinned at me wide and simply signed, "Later." I wanted to protest, to drag you back into bed. You kissed my lips, and signed, "I'll be back soon." Then you opened the door, smiled at me, and were gone.
An hour passed, and then two. You are never gone that long for a morning run. I texted your phone, no reply. I texted your parents; they hadn't heard from you either. I dressed myself and opened the apartment door to leave. Then I saw a police car pull up outside the complex. My heart sank. I pulled out my smartphone and used the text to speech app. When I asked if they had seen Hisao Nakai, when they realized I was asking about you, they asked me if I was your wife. They told me you had been taken to the hospital. I texted your parents and went. I was in a panic by the time I got to the hospital. At first, I was unable to find anyone with information about you. I texted Misha. Finally, one of the staff was able to give me information. Shortly after, a doctor came out and pulled me aside and told me you were... gone. You died on the way to the hospital. A massive heart attack ended your life. There was nothing anyone could have done for you, my darling.
I waited for your parents to arrive. It only took one look at me when your father approached to realize what had happened. Your mother broke down in tears, and your father looked lost. Misha contacted me and I told her what happened. She was on a bullet train to Tokyo from Yamaku that night. Misha and I made up a list of those that knew you from school, work and college. These days went by in slow motion for me. You had loved me just the night before, and then you were gone, Hisao. Your parents and my family tried so hard to comfort me. It... it wasn't enough. Misha and Yumiko left when all the services were finished. Akira and Lilly had flown back on such short notice, but they stayed with me an entire month.
I took some time away from the office. I would look at the photos in our apartment, of all the places and things we had done together. I could feel your touch from them, remember the places we went to, how they felt, and how they looked. There were days I woke up feeling sick. The feeling didn't fade, and it got worse. Eventually, I went to the doctors and they ran some tests. The results were... unexpected. I'm afraid, Hisao... you are not with me, but I am not alone. I have a decision to make, and people to tell. Misha, your parents, and my father. Even though you left me Hisao, you gave me one last precious gift. I can only hope that I will be as good of a mother as I feel you would have been as a father. Hisao Nakai, I love and miss you, my darling husband.